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Oneshot 15 - Atypical

A/N: Unfortunately I'm jumping on the bandwagon of writing depressed America. But I'm actually gonna do some research before writing this so that I can be as realistic as possible. I may be a very memey person but for once I'm gonna be serious.

Remember, if this doesn't have a scene that you've seen in other depressed America oneshots, then either I'm too uncomfortable to write it or I did research.

Warnings: Depression

Name: America

Height: 5'9.6

Nationality: American

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Blond

Family: F. A. C. E. S family
(France, England, America, England, Seychelles)

Acquaintances/Friends: Japan, Italy, Romano, Belarus, Germany, SK

The type of depression I'm gonna write about is Atypical Depression
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It was a rainy afternoon. Ever since spring had come there had been more rain showers that lasted up to at least an hour. America hated rain but also he enjoyed it. It gave him an excuse to not leave the house and have time to himself.

He slowly pet Americat, a cat he had found out on the streets when he was walking back home from a meeting. It had been particularly stormy that day. Poor thing was frightened and huddled in the corner of an alleyway.

So he took the thing home and ever since, he adopted him and named him Americat. He wasn't sure why he named him that but, something just told him to.

America sighed and put the cat on his shoulder, the cat wrapping itself around his neck as he walked into the kitchen to make a sandwich. He had been realizing that his appetite had grown, along with his weight for no known reason.

He was scared, as the next world meeting was in two weeks, and countries that didn't really like him would point out some of his flub.

'Oh well, I was a jackass to them in the past, kinda do deserve it.'

He got his bread and meat, giving Americat a sliver of it, before putting the rest in his sad sandwich.

"I should really go to the store tomorrow. You need more treats Americat." He scratched the cat's ears and his neck started vibrating softly.

Alfred smiled and picked the cat off his neck and set him down, the cat running off to go play.

He ate his sandwich, browsing the internet for anything interesting. Nothing really intrested him these days. It was the same old routine.

Get up, take a shower, brush teeth, get dressed, make sure hair is actually sorta combed, feed Americat, feed yourself, get to world meeting 15 minutes late.

He had started staying up late. To finish work, to just lay down and think about stuff, or just do nothing.

Alfred sighed and put the crust of the sandwich in Americat's bowl, shaking it softly before setting it down.

The little fatty slid into the kitchen, bumping into a wall before running to eat his snack.

America bent down and stroked the cat's long fur, smiling softly.

"Little fatty." The cat paused to glare at him, meowing a "I'm not fat!" Before eating again.

America got up, finding it a little bit hard to as he felt a bit weighed down, and dusted himself off before heading to the livingroom. His legs ached. He really needed to sit down.

"Maybe I'm just getting old? That's not it, I'm old but not China old." He got a call and answered with a cheery voice.

"Hello? This is Alfred F. Jones speaking!"

"First of all, I just want to say, FUCK YOU! I AM NOT AN OLD MAN, RESPECT YOUR ELDERS-" America hung up.

China was definitely gonna kick his ass in the next world meeting. America really didn't want to deal with anyone right now. He got another call and groaned loudly, quickly answering the phone.

"I swear to god China if you start yelling again, I will-"

"Al it's just me Canada!" The quiet voice answered from the other side. Alfred immediately calmed down and sighed.

"Sorry dude. China called recently. Somehow he manged to hear me calling him old." He snorted. Canada burst out laughing.

"Oh you know him. He's been called old so many times it's practically a sixth sense." America chuckled at that.

"Anyways I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to some restuarant me and Seychelles found. France and England are also coming with us. I can come pick you up?" America sighed.

"Sorry dude, but I'd rather be alone right now. I just don't feel in the mood." Canada made a small noise of confirmation on the other side.

"Yeah that's understandable. Once you feel better I can take you there sometime. See you later."

"See you later." The phone beeped as the line went dead. America sighed once again. Hero scurried into the room and looked at his bland owner before jumping on the couch and butting his head underneath his chin.

America smiled and pet Hero softly.
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A/N: This took me months to write due to procrastination